Tom And Lorenzo Novels & Stories

Magda added. “I will make sure of that.” Lorenzo assured. Magda sighed with resignation and turned to Lorenzo. “I don’t want to leave my house,” she said. “Okay. Close protection it is.” He stood up, long, lean, and impossibly handsome, and fished his iPhone out of his jeans pocket. “I need to make some calls.” He leaves them staring after him as he closed the kitchen door. ********** *LORENZO* Tom’s family had a security agency, plus, he could also help me find evidence against Julio, get in touch with the police and put that bastard behind bars as soon as possible.

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

Lorenza’s face drained of all color. At that moment, Chiara Donovan, the youngest daughter of the Donovan family, spoke up sharply, “That can’t be her. Our family has no ties with the Taddei. She wouldn’t have received an invitation.” Chiara’s eyes fixed on Lorenza. “So tell me, how exactly did you get in?” Lorenza dug her fingers into her palm. A sharp sting shot through her hand, but she welcomed the pain—it kept her grounded. She couldn’t answer. If she said she came with Leonardo Marchesi, it would indirectly confirm that she was Lorenza Tommaso—the woman people whispered about, the one who had abandoned her fiancé and children.

Lorenzo downed his drink. "Louis Satori, cousin to Don Dante Massimo. Don Dante is the most ruthless monster I've ever encountered. He's probably got more targets on his hit list, including you, Mr. Movie Star. Satori is just his pawn, but he's been eyeing a territory for years." Aleksei burst into the room, his long blond hair flowing as he swaggered. Surprising everyone with his presence, he glanced around. "I do my research. I listen. I learn. My friend, you have a major problem on your hands. Now, I need a drink. You Americans have no clue what a decent flight or customer service means."

He boasted proudly like I was supposed to know he was. “Should I know who you are?” I voiced and his eyes thinned, eyebrows bunched up and I knew I crossed a line. Lorenzo’s hand slowly snaked from where it was rested and landed on the guy’s thigh. Magically, he seemed to calm down and the furrows on his forehead faded. “Okay okay! Calm down, Tesoro. I am Lorenzo, you know that already. And this is my brother Vernero Cattanio whom you should know.” Lorenzo got up and made a brief introduction.

Lorenzo screamed. . To be continued...

I opened my mouth to curse at him, but I was interrupted by a distinct voice with an accent. "È passato tanto tempo, Valentina!(It’s been a long time Valentina!)" Lorenzo said as he stepped into the booth. I shook my head, smiling. Lorenzo owned Santa Philip. He was a tall, well built man. His muscles stood out in his tight t-shirt and leather jacket. His dark hair was neatly messy. His face was sharp and defined, with a light stubble. He was quite handsome. I stood up and gave him a quick hug. "È passato troppo tempo, testa di cazzo!(It’s been way too long, dickhead!) "

Lorenzo smiled, "But it's not going to be today..." Lorenzo then made a horizontal cut over his lower stomach, he did the same with his thighs and arms. The cuts were vicious but not deep enough to let him bleed to death. Lorenzo clicked his tongue as he stepped back and admired his bloody artwork of Tomasso's body. He opened a bucket and saw dirty rotten food filled with deadly infections and insects, Lorenzo put on a glove and grabbed the rotting, smelly food, and smeared it over Tomasso's cuts.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm Jordan." "Such a lovely name," he grinned, his eyes cutting to mine inquisitively. I shrugged. He must have heard her name once or twice. "This is Lorenzo." Lorenzo saluted goofily. "That's Matteo," he pointed behind him. "And those two are Tommaso." Jordan raised an eyebrow. "They're both Tommaso? Last name?" "First name," Matteo shook his head. "We just called them Tom and Tommy. Tom is red hair and Tommy is brown hair."

This marked the beginning of my journey to win over the pilot and evoke deep feelings for me. I had uncovered some very interesting details about Lorenzo through a quick online search, which only heightened my interest in him. As I had suspected, Lorenzo is extremely wealthy. He's Italian and heir to a renowned winery located in the town of Franciacorta, Italy. Furthermore, he's a Formula One champion and enjoys immense success in the most lucrative category of motorsport. In summary, he's a potential candidate for a serious relationship, something I realized from the start, and I need to seize this unique opportunity that has presented itself so perfectly in my life.